My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 12: The night Mia’s world fell apart

"I-Isabelle..." Mia murmurs faintly.

The woman stands beside her, proud and majestic. She wields an enormous crimson sword, stained with an even darker red — the blood of those who fell by her blade.

Mia is on her knees, trembling like a leaf. Her tearful eyes look up at Isabelle with respect and gratitude.

"Isabelle... w-what... what’s happening?"

Looking around, Mia sees nothing but absolute destruction.

Tall walls of fire and hundreds of ruined buildings stretch as far as the eye can see.

The clashing of swords and the deafening roar of explosions only partly drown out the atrocious, heart-rending screams of the slaughter’s victims.

The royal palace has half collapsed because of the violent clashes that have been raging for hours.

All around it lie thousands of corpses — men, women, and children — decapitated on a carpet of blood.

Among those bodies, Mia recognizes her mother, her brothers and sisters, and other members of House Valakis.

Others belong to the soldiers who remained loyal to the royal family, now reduced to only a handful and on the verge of annihilation.

Mia cannot hold back a desperate cry when, among those blood-soaked remains, she sees her youngest sister, Victoria Valakis. Only four years old, her throat brutally slit, she still clutches a small teddy bear Mia had given her for her third birthday.

«"Princess Mia, I will not allow anyone to harm even a single hair on your head — even if it costs me my life."

Isabelle’s words are filled with anger and pain, yet at the same time they sound gentle and reassuring.

To Mia, Isabelle looks like a lioness ready to fight to the death to protect her cub.

"W-Why...? Cough... cough... Why are they doing this to us?"

She coughs violently between her words because of the thick curtain of smoke and dust surrounding the area.

But Isabelle doesn’t even have time to answer.

Four vampires surround them, their weapons pointed at them.

They wear light black armor bearing a red bird over the heart — the emblem of the Dulcar family.

"Former General Valakis, we have no intention of fighting you. Hand over Princess Mia and the Tear of Azkarith without resistance!"

Isabelle grits her teeth in anger.

"Four of the Scarlet Army’s most valiant soldiers daring to point their weapons at their own princess. I am truly disgusted — you do not deserve to live another second!"

At those words, the woman’s sword shines with a blinding red light and a violent storm of crimson energy rises around her.

Before the soldiers even have time to attack, Isabelle spins and delivers a slash that severs all four of their necks in a single blow.

Without wasting another second, Isabelle grabs Mia, helps her to her feet, and they resume their escape.

Looking toward the battlefield, Mia spots her father — Cassian Valakis — locked in a fight to the death with Markus Dulcar, the head of House Dulcar. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

They are both extremely powerful vampires, and the entire area around them has been leveled by the force of their blows.

"Isabelle, let’s go back! We have to save my father!" Mia cries, tugging at her arm.

Don’t be foolish, Princess Mia! If I ran to help my husband, how could I protect you? Not to mention that those bastards from House Dulcar have managed to bring almost all the nobles of Mildelar to their side! There are too many of them to defeat! The only priority now is getting you to safety!"

Just as Isabelle says that, Markus disarms Cassian.

Then he raises his blood-forged halberd and brings it down violently on Mia’s father’s skull.

The blade falls with brutal force and splits Cassian’s body in two.

The two halves fall to the ground as his entrails spill out onto the blood-soaked earth.

D-Dad... no, Dad... DAAAAD!"

Mia bursts into desperate sobs.

Her body goes limp, trembling like a leaf. The crushing weight in her chest makes it hard for her even to breathe. Her head spins and her vision blurs.

The pain is unbearable. Having watched her father die at the hands of the man he trusted most, Mia passes out in Isabelle’s arms.

Mia wakes up with a start. She jolts upright, her back pressed against the headboard.

Her eyes are watery, she’s drenched in cold sweat, and she’s breathing heavily.

That damned dream again. Five years have passed since that night, yet the memory is still vivid and painful.

Damn you, Dulcars... one day I will return to Mildelar and kill every last one of you — even if it’s the last thing I do.

Mia gets out of bed, her legs still trembling as if she had just been in the middle of that massacre.

The alarm clock on the nightstand reads four-thirty. Too early to start the day, too late to fall asleep again.

She drags herself toward the kitchen, intending to drink a glass of cold water.

But something bothers her — a loud, constant snoring coming from Chris’s room.

Does he always make this much noise while sleeping? It’s a good thing I’m not a light sleeper...

Walking down the corridor, she notices that the door to his room is wide open.

If he knows he snores this loud, he could at least close the door at night. How rude.

But when Mia reaches the doorway to close the door and casually glances inside, she freezes on the spot.

Chris is snoring deeply on his back, and beneath his pajama pants a typical morning erection is clearly visible.

Mia’s face grows redder with every passing moment. She is flushed with embarrassment, but no matter how hard she tries to tear her eyes away from her stepbrother’s bulge, they refuse to obey.

It’s as if something inside her draws her toward that prominent erection.

She is dying to tiptoe inside and look at it more closely, but both her sense of modesty and the fear that Chris might wake up and catch her staring finally push her to close the door.

And yet, even as she sips her glass of cold water, she cannot shake the image of her stepbrother’s rigid erection — a thought so intrusive it even drives away the despair from the nightmare she had moments earlier.

I-It’s all those two perverted maniacs’ fault... actually, it’s only Isabelle’s fault! Before she turned Chris into her sex slave, I had never looked at him like this.

It’s so embarrassing...